I spoke to an long past high-school classmate recently, a respected but casual acquaintance then, who along with so many others in the ensuing nearly four decades since we graduated, has faced the end of her marriage due to spousal infidelity. It is tragic. In this forty years, which sounds like forever to a younger person, but only moments to those who have already lived it--we have watched our country's morals go totally down the crapper. I am not talking about youthful indulgences that nature propels young lovers to engage in, which are recognized as unseemly once they mature (like what was I thinking! Oh yeah, I wasn't)--or so it once seemed. Now it seems that sexual recreation among young, very young, teens and even pre-teens has become a casual form of expected social interaction among increasing numbers of these youngsters.
My generation was the rebellious and wild sixties and seventies who invented modern free-love and which produced the Beatles, Rolling Stones, and a barnstorm of increasingly way-out bands and role-models that changed our perceptions of allowable sexual behaviors. We had our moments. Oh yeah. But we are now shocked at the hedonistic after-math that has devolved into the majority of our populations young status quo. Penis-enhancement ads on prime-time, along with beauties strutting their stuff with little more than band-aids and what is smaller that what my mother wore (I assume) to retain her necessaries for feminine hygiene. And feminine hygiene ads are shameless. Sure roughly half the population has one, but my gosh do we have to hear all the graphic details? I have an ass, but it is neither merits prime time nor does it involve the concern of anyone else. Nor does anyone's.
I am not a prude. I have been tempted sorely in my above-said mature lifetime. Traveling, often alone, sometimes discouraged, and not helped at all by the rising media's seductions of rampant pornography in the mailbox, on the computer, on the tube, billboards, and even walking down main-street, USA. Little girls being big girls and making little boys into bigger boys and big boys having a sexual smorgasbord to choose from. Sure, it IS hard. So to speak.
But since when did difficulty trump the value of self-restraint. It doesn't even come up. Bye-bye self restraint; who cares now? Or even acknowledges virtue at all. No matter about all the STD's, some of which can kill you, without any cures in sight, many transmittable by harmless oral sex. No matter about all the nut-case kids without parents or without two parents, or without role-models that should be role-models. No matter about confusion and mental illness and drugs and melded-families and rampant sexual abuse and Godlessness and EVERYTHING CRAZY and MAD.
Okay. I AM crazy. So I should know. No? Get a friggin grip! Or what? Or we will all self destruct. Girls, I can tell you that boys, and maybe even most men, simply do not have the hard-wired self-restraint to resist the enticements that you now so willingly display. So, I get it. You like to play sex too. I know that. I discovered that quite young, and enjoyed it until I got married. I soooo regret it. Those memories never go away. They come prancing out at the most inopportune times. They make you feel cheap and sick and can ad to emotional problems now so rampant in society. I have considered myself a recovering sexual addict for the last 35 years. I have kept my actions in check. I wish I could say that about my thoughts.
Girls! I know you have sexual feelings too.But I also know, that most of you are generally more mature than guys, and you have more inherent self-control. You don't have to follow the examples of wayward starlets to be popular. Get some worthy role models. Dammit! Keep your panties on! You sure can't count on us guys to save the human race from complete moral decay.